Suddenly, someone in the crowd cheered loudly and energetically. Everyone looked at the sound and saw a Taoist priest wearing a green robe, long hair shawl, and a free and easy temperament walking over.
The Taoist was only in his forties or fifties and looked about the same age as Taoist Master Qianhe, but if he looked closely, his complexion was fair and he looked younger.
"Fellow Daoist Shen Qing, why are you here too?"
"Qianhe, your nephew is extraordinary."
Shen Qing?
When Zhang Ziyu heard this name, he couldn't help but look twice in surprise. He didn't expect that his uncle's savior would be here.
He looked at it himself and found that Shen Qing's cultivation level was not low, at least he was at the eighth or ninth level of foundation building, and it was a little unrealistic.
Shen Qing's appearance broke the atmosphere just now, and the thin-faced monk took this opportunity to sneak away. If he didn't leave, he would not only be shameless, but he might have offended the people in Maoshan.
Others are also walking around and waiting and watching. It's not that they are not unmoved, but they also need to think about it carefully.
Of course, some people stayed.
"Little Taoist Priest, I want two bottles of Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pill and one bottle of Purple Gall Body Strengthening Pill."
"Fellow Taoist, I want a jade bone sword."
The person who made up his mind directly took out the medicinal materials from his stall or luggage and made a deal with Zhang Ziyu.
Most of them were medicinal materials, but some materials such as century-old peach wood and iron essence were also given in exchange.
Qian Meng also took advantage of this moment to pull Zhang Ziyu aside and said, "Brother, I want that black gun."
Zhang Ziyu:?
Is it appropriate for someone of such an age to call me brother just to buy a black gun?
Zhang Ziyu put aside Qian Meng's hand and said, "No, I don't want to call you brother, I'm still young."
Qian Meng's face darkened, implying that I am old?
Well, Qian Meng accepted his fate. After all, as a man in his fifties, it was a bit shameless to call him brother.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't have any medicinal materials for the black gun, but what do you think it's worth?"
Qian Meng brought a piece of snow-white fox skin from his stall. When Zhang Ziyu touched it, it was extremely soft and full of aura.
"Fox demon?"
"The fox in the foundation-building stage came down the mountain to harm people, and was killed by the medicine I designed."
Zhang Ziyu's face twitched, this uncle Qian Meng is really informal, can this be said to be true?
Ordinary people mean that they surrender or behead themselves. How can they say what kind of plot they have done?
"Uncle Qian, this thing is of good quality. If you really want to calculate it, it can only be the same price as the medicinal materials in the 1980s. This is because I am good at refining, otherwise the price of the refining materials will be even lower."
Qian Meng didn't have any regrets on his face, on the contrary, his eyes flashed with joy.
"Good eyesight, good fairness."
Qian Meng said this with a smile. Zhang Ziyu thought about it but felt that something was wrong. This old boy was not an honest guy.
"Do you still have something good in your hand?"
"Hehe, not bad, look at this."
Qian Meng took out a small box from his waist, opened it and saw a black bead lying inside, with a fragrant aroma.
However, Qian Meng held his breath at this time, and although Zhang Ziyu did not hold his breath, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"The centipede inner elixir, is there still such a thing these days?"
Centipedes are one of the animals that can easily produce inner elixirs. Medicinal materials such as centipede beads are easy to appear after getting older. Once you have cultivated your skills, it will naturally be easy to cultivate inner elixirs.
Look at this quality, it is at least the seventh or eighth level of foundation building. It is not simple.
For a person who knows how to make medicine, the value of this thing is much more expensive than a century-old medicinal material.
"My father met him by chance. What do you think of this?"
"If you count the medicinal materials that are one hundred and fifty years old, this thing plus the fox skin, if you add the medicinal materials that are forty years old, I can give you the black gun in exchange."
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and said: "However, it is not necessarily a medicinal material. You should have something else in your hand with this centipede essence, right?"
Qian Meng used weapon-refining materials like fox skins as bait. If he wanted to pick a discerning and fair buyer, he would probably have better things in hand, which would probably also be materials.
"I still have half the body of this centipede spirit, which is more than one meter long. What do you think of the price?"
"Counting two hundred years of medicinal materials, you can choose from my other products."
"A tyrant's breastplate and a jade bone sword."
"make a deal"
The two of them both smiled when they agreed. Of course, the transaction would not be carried out immediately. They would have to wait until Qian Meng returned to the restaurant to get half of the centipede corpse.
After Zhang Ziyu finished handling the matter, there were a lot fewer people here, so he had time to come to Shen Qing and Taoist Priest Qianhe.
"Senior Chen Qing, I'm sorry for being so negligent."
"It doesn't matter, this is where the transaction is, and I'm the one who disturbed it."
Shen Qing was very free and easy, and with Qianhe accompanying him just now, Zhang Ziyu was naturally not scornful.
"Thank you for your understanding, senior, and thank you for saving my uncle Qianhe. Senior, if there is anything you like, please pick one or two so that I can do my best."
Shen Qing saved Master Qianhe. At a small level, he was his uncle's benefactor. At a large level, he was a benefactor to Maoshan. It was appropriate for Zhang Ziyu to give him a gift.
"What I should do."
Shen Qingtan replied with a smile and looked at the things in front of the stall.
At this time, there were still people watching from a distance in front of the stall, but no one was doing transactions for a while.
Shen Qing said: "I heard from Qianhe that these are all things you refined. It's really amazing. I never thought that Maoshan's generation would have a talent like you."
"Senior, that's a big reward."
Zhang Ziyu showed a 'humble' smile, but Shen Qing stared at him and also laughed: "What are you being modest about? These things are not simple."
"Senior, is there anything you are interested in?"
Shen Qing did not hesitate and nodded: "Of course, those guns are good, but are they magic weapons based on palm thunder and evil-breaking talismans?"
Zhang Ziyu glanced at Shen Qing in surprise and thought to himself: This senior's eyesight is not bad, no wonder he saved his uncle.
"Senior, do you know my Maoshan Talisman very well?"
"Our ancestors have interacted with each other, so we naturally have a deep understanding. This is why I said that saving Qianzhe is what I should do."
Taoist Master Qianhe showed a look of surprise: "No wonder I am so familiar with fellow Taoists. It turns out there is such a story. I wonder if my ancestors had interactions with my disciples from Maoshan. Maybe my master knows about it?"
"I can't remember what happened in the past."
Shen Qing shook his head, looked at Zhang Ziyu and said, "Little friend, I want the black and white guns, but I don't have any medicinal materials on hand. What do you think of the price?"
"Senior, I said I gave it to you, no need for anything."
Shen Qing's tone was firm, but her mother was doubtful as she said: "As an elder, how can I buy things for nothing? Just look at it and then talk about it."
A worn animal skin paper flew from Shen Qing's hand and fell into Zhang Ziyu's hand.
Zhang Ziyu lowered his head and saw that it was actually a prescription.
"Foundation Pill?"
Zhang Ziyu showed a surprised look, and Shen Qing's dull voice came and said: "This is the remaining recipe of the Foundation Establishment Pill. Many medicinal materials and even animal blood are difficult to reproduce. But I saw you said that knowledge is the foundation of a monk. Let's take a look.